[color=f7976a][center][h2]Io[/h2][/center][/color]

Io marched towards the meeting zone, with a hurried pace. Those who looked at her from the various buildings were met with a foul gaze from her single eye. While her body was petite and she appeared to be quite young, couldn't have been older than 20, the way she carried herself was like that of a jaded warrior.

[color=f7976a][i]Bosesa... Dusty old town, I'll make you know who I am.[/i][/color] The girl thought to herself. Looking into the windows of one of the buildings. [color=f7976a][i]Soon, this will be my turf.[/i][/color] To her, it was but a overblown rest stop, falling apart day by day. But for her goals, she had to make her name known all over, a place where many people stopped at was a good choice.

As she marched, Io's missing eye stung with excitement. A sharp pinching feeling, like something was prodding at where her eye once was. Almost like a rather sadistic child, having fun with it but not quite understanding the pain and damage they were doing. Io adjusted her eyepatch in response.

At her locations, she looked around, waiting for the others, noticing that there was another there. Was he a boy or a girl? Io couldn't quite tell from the hair style and outfit. It didn't matter. Only if they were strong did they garter any interest from her, which she didn't quite know yet. [color=f7976a]You're the only one here so far?[/color] She asked, [color=f7976a]...Or are the others on their way?[/color]